Tag Archives: sex

Post navigation

The text wasn’t supposed to do anything except make him chuckle, but shortly after she hit send, her phone pinged with an incoming text.

Him: Make it happen. I want evidence.

The game was on.

Her heart gave one big thump then settled into an anxious, but by no means unfamiliar, rhythm. Maybe she had known what would happen when she typed those words. Unfortunately, she was easily bored and prone to impulsive acts. He knew this about her – he counted on it really.

So she looked around the staff room to see who her options were, it never entered her head to refuse. What would be the fun in that?

It didn’t take her long to pick out her mark.

He was a quiet guy. It didn’t take his fair skin long to blush when she talked to him, but she’d seen something in him, a glimmer in his blue eyes, the way the tip of his tongue wet his lips when he stared at hers, that made her think he had dirty thoughts that she’d like to explore. It looked like now might be the time to do just that.

She didn’t waste any more time.

He lifted his head from the book he was reading when he heard the sharp click of her heels approaching. His eyes went a little wider when she stopped right by his chair. She made direct eye contact, there was no time for subtlety now. “Come with me.”

“What?” He stuttered dropping his forgotten book on his knees.

“Don’t ask any questions. Just do it.”

He pushed himself out of his chair, his book toppling to the floor. He started to ask another question but she put her finger over his lips and said, “Don’t talk. It’ll be worth it, I promise.”

She turned and walked towards her office knowing he was right behind her, knowing exactly what she wanted him to do.

“Lock it.” She instructed when he closed the door behind them.

She knew that she couldn’t give him any time to think. As soon as he turned back to her she stepped into him. Taking hold of his hand, she placed it on her breast, enjoying the warmth that permeated the silk of her blouse.

“Do you like that?” She smiled when he whispered his agreement. Her anxiety had mellowed now, it felt much more like lovely, hot anticipation as her fingers worked quickly on her buttons. As soon as there was room she pushed his hand inside. Her eyes moved over his flushed cheeks, took in the arousal burning in his gaze, and she knew he was totally on board now.

She quickly shrugged out of her blouse – dropping it on the floor. His eyes grew wide again when she pushed her bra underneath her plump breasts, presenting them for him.

“Suck them. Lick them. Go on!” She urged him when he continued to hesitate.

She found herself holding her breath when he raised both hands to cup her. He squeezed and shaped her, licking his lips. She knew he wanted a taste.

Putting a hand behind his head she pulled him down, whispering urgently, “Do it. Please, I want you to.”

She moaned when his warm lips closed over her already tight nipple. “Oh, that’s so good, yes, I love that.” Her hand flexed in his thick hair and every muscle in her body clenched when his tongue flicked back and forth over her sensitive flesh.

She felt a familiar heaviness start between her legs, the pressure building just from his talented tongue and mouth. Her mark had cast off the shackles of shyness and he was busy devouring her. She loved his rough handling of her breasts and loved watching her skin turn pink. He sucked on the heavy underside of her left breast, hard enough to leave a mark. She grinned, knowing that was her evidence right there.

She took hold of her skirt and hurriedly yanked it up. Grabbing hold of his hand, she tugged it between her legs, groaning in pleasure when his long fingers made their way into her knickers. She opened her legs wide and directed his fingers to where she wanted them. They slid over her clit, forcing a gasp from her open mouth.

He lifted his head to look at her, hungry and breathless, his lips shiny and swollen.

“I want to watch you come.” He said quietly.

“Ok.” She panted. She was surprised by how much of a turn on his words were. “Oh God, that feels good. Keep doing that… right there…”

He grinned and continued to work his talented digits over her wet, throbbing clit. His other hand worked her breasts, her hips started to move and they found a slightly awkward rhythm that worked only because they were both so determined.

She felt her orgasm build in a blinding rush. One minute she was enjoying grinding on his hand and watching him handle her breasts, the next she was hunched over, holding onto him for dear life.

“Holy shiiit!” She moaned into his shoulder.

Her hips jerked once, twice more, his fingers gentling on her over sensitive sex, but he didn’t move them. Instead he drew back so he could see her face and said a little desperately, “please tell me it’s my turn now.”

“It totally is,” she murmured as her hand fell to the buckle of his belt.

The game was still well and truly on.

Thanks for reading as always. Hop on over to Kayla Lords’ place for more hot Masturbation Monday posts.

So my book A Taste For Three is out today *little jump for joy*. Evernight Publishing have done an awesome job with it, the cover is gorgeous and the whole process has been really straight forward. A big thanks to the Evernight Team – Stacey Adderley, Sandra Pesso, Jay Aheer et al for making it so easy.

I really want to say a few thank you’s so please bear with me while I do my Oscar acceptance speech… *tongue firmly in cheek if you don’t know me very well*.

Thanks to Kayla Lords for my first guest post on her blog that started me off. The 33 Masturbation Monday posts that I’ve written have been fun, but they’ve also been about me learning how to write. Obviously, this is a continual process and the routine of posting every week has created some really good writing habits, like staying up really late on a Sunday night to finish, squinting at my laptop screen and knowing that nothing is ‘too dirty’ – in fact, the dirtier the better thank you very much! But most importantly, it helped me learn all the different ways I can stand to write pussy, cock and describe an orgasm.

Thanks to the Masturbation Monday community – you know who you are. All the comments and support every week mean so much and you make me feel like I’m not just sending words into the ether. You’re my dirty mates and I love you guys.

I need to specifically thank Emily Dubberley, Kymmie Carlton and F. Leonora Solomon because you ladies rock and I really love you. From day one you’ve been on my side and that is a bloody great feeling. Thank you and I hope you know all that support is reciprocated.

Alison Grieg my wonderful Brit Babes Street Team mate and Beta reader – you read it and it made you blush – that’s good enough for me!

The Brit Babes for their wonderful street team community and their fantastic support of my writing.

Last but not least I need to mention my bloke, Mr Black. He reads pretty much everything that I write; he edits it, comments and if it’s really good… *cough* anyhoo… seriously, the support my man gives me is unbelievable. I wouldn’t have done half the stuff I have without him, we strategize together and plan my next 10 moves, 9 of which I would never have thought of on my own. He helps me navigate land mines on social media and when I’m banging my head on the table wondering why the hell I’m bothering to put myself through the pleasure / pain that is writing, he usually knows what to say to sort my head out. If he doesn’t, he annoys the shit out of me and the resulting heated conversation distracts me enough to get past whatever was blocking me in the first place. I think you’re getting the picture – I completely love this man.

Ok, enough mush.

I’m genuinely not someone who’s comfortable blowing my own trumpet – take that how you will 😉 – but now I’m faced with promoting A Taste For Three without driving you all completely insane. So prepare for blogs about food and sex, sexy chefs, sexy film scenes involving food, a guest post from the very lovely F. Leonora Solomon, and me throwing purchase links around like confetti.

Any sharing you care to do of these promo posts will be very much appreciated.

She walked into the hot bedroom before unbuttoning her blouse, the cicadas beating their incessant tune through the open screened windows. Moving slowly, there was purpose behind every movement. Her eyes missed nothing and when they landed on him, he knew. She needed to let off steam and he was the lucky bastard she was going to do it with.

“Get over here.” She spoke softly but there was steel threaded through her tone.

He walked towards her – the towel he’d just dried himself with wrapped around his waist. The heat was so oppressive he was already sweating again. He watched her blouse fall open to reveal the peach lace of her bra, her full breasts plumped up, her brown nipples pressing hard against the soft material. She shrugged out of the blouse and pushed her skirt over her full hips to the floor.

He didn’t have long to admire her before her hand flashed out and slapped him hard across his face. She whipped his towel away and pushed him back onto the armless chair by her dressing table, immediately straddling him and taking his face in her hands. She stroked his stinging cheek before bending to take his mouth in a deep, hungry kiss.

His cock was already so hard it rested against his stomach where it wept against hers as she ground herself on him.

She yanked her bra down, hooking the cups under her breasts, pushing them up – an invitation – no – a demand. She pulled his head to her, rubbing her breasts over his face, squeezing them together for him.

“Suck me.”

His mouth immediately found her tight, hard nipple. He sucked her salty skin, smelled her delicious scent, used his tongue and teeth – just how she liked it. He held her hips as they worked harder; he could feel how wet her panties were already as her pussy rubbed over him. Her breathing was hot and heavy.

God only knows what had put her in this state, but he wanted to be the one to make her feel better. He wanted to be the one to drive the devil out of her.

He moved across to her other nipple as her hands tugged and pulled at his hair. The sweet sting shot straight to his cock which ached like a fucker, but that just made this moment all the sweeter.

She suddenly lifted off his lap, tugged her panties to one side and positioned his cock at her entrance. She closed her eyes as she sank onto him.

He grunted in response, it was all he could manage as she started to ride him. This wasn’t about his pleasure, she was taking her own but watching her getting lost in it was enough to make him want to come on the spot.

“Oh yeah, right there.” She rolled her hips and pressed her clit down on him, moaning her pleasure.

He watched her breasts move, watched the flush of her skin, the light sheen of sweat appear. He watched her beautiful face, the fierce concentration as she worked towards what she wanted and knew he would never see a woman more sexually powerful.

She always destroyed him, and everytime he couldn’t wait for the next and the next – never enough.

Her hands went into his hair and she pulled his head back. “You’re not allowed to come.”

He felt a moment’s panic. It was always the same when she wanted this from him. He was close and never completely trusted his own self-control around her. His stomach dipped at the thought of disappointing her.

Gripping the seat of the chair with both hands as she continued to move on him, he closed his eyes to try and concentrate, but she wasn’t having that.

“Look at me when I come. I want you to see me, to know what you have given me.” He opened his eyes when she tightened her grip on his hair, grinding on his cock. “Your pleasure is mine. After this I will show you how much I appreciate that.” She panted.

His heart thudded at the thought of what that might entail.

“Oh baby, it’s now.”

She continued to look at him, but he saw the moment it took her away from him. Her head flew back as the pleasure consumed her, her hips lost their rhythm, hands dropped down to his shoulders, with nails digging in as she opened her mouth and yelled her climax out to the hot, humid night.

Her movements finally slowed, her nails lifted from his skin to be replaced with gentle strokes of her fingertips. Her head rolled forward and as her eyes opened he watched her return to him.

Ready for more.

Thanks for reading, people! Check out Kayla Lords’ site for more Masturbation Monday goodness.

Another successful function is over. This time it was for a charity close to your heart, one that you are rightfully very proud of.

You are dressed superbly as always, so elegant, so refined. The jewels sparkle at your wrist and your ears; your ring flickers under the chandeliers with every expressive movement of your hand.

You look like you were born to this. All the doubters fell by the wayside years ago. We don’t forget them though. You have no need of a corset, your steel backbone is all the support you require.

I follow the line of your gown down your body, cataloguing all the pieces of jewellery, clothing and lingerie that I need to peel away before I get to you. They are just props, a facade required at these events. They hide you, social camouflage for the beautiful, sensual woman I have in my bed every night.

I watch you take a sip of your champagne, remembering all the other times, all the previous functions that we have left.

Sometimes it starts in the limousine, sometimes we just can’t wait – your gown bunched up around your waist as I kneel between your legs. Other times we have gone home and I have undressed you slowly, stripping away the evening, leaving you bare to me and ready to be fucked.

Tonight I have something else planned and as we say our goodnights I take your hand and lead you to our car.

You sigh as we enter our apartment, stepping out of your high heels and flexing your toes. The past few weeks have been stressful, the people who attend these functions expect perfection for their $10,000 plate; you expect it of yourself, but it isn’t always possible.

It’s time to de-stress.

I take your hand again and lead you straight to our bedroom. Closing the door, I turn to you and place my hand on the side of your neck, gently drawing you towards me. Your hand comes up to rest on mine.

“I’m going to make you feel better, baby. Going to get rid of all that stress you’ve been carrying around lately. Turn around for me.”

Your lips form a small smile as your eyes drop to my mouth. You press your lips to mine before turning around. I draw the zip down the length of your back and the gown opens to reveal your beautiful pale skin. I trace a line along your spine and watch as the gown falls from your shoulders, catching briefly on the curve of your hip, before it lands in a sumptuous puddle at your feet.

You step out of it – only a small pair of silk panties remain – and I quickly kneel to draw them down your slender legs. I stand and run my hands over your shoulders, down your arms to your fingertips, which I raise to my lips.

I hear your breath hitch; I see the excitement flare in your eyes. You know what’s coming and I know how much you love it.

You move into position, your arms above your head and I feel my own arousal heighten just from looking at you; your long legs straight and wide, your round, perfect ass pushed high. I can see your pussy just starting to glisten as you sway from side to side, impatient and needy now.

I remove my tuxedo jacket and tie. Undoing the top few buttons of my shirt, I roll the sleeves up over my forearms and flex my fingers, clench them into a fist then flex them again.

I know you are watching me in the full mirrors of the wardrobe. I know that you are desperate for me to begin, but first I run my hands over your ass, squeezing and pulling you apart.

“Please!” You whisper.

Normally I would make you wait, but not tonight. I move into position next to you, taking a last admiring glance at your flawless white skin. I cannot wait to put my mark on it.

I lift my hand high: you hold your breath. I bring it down hard, there will be no mercy tonight. You need me to take you outside of yourself and that is what I intend to do.

I hear you cry out – a release of tension more than a pained sound. I set a strong, hard rhythm, alternating cheeks, watching the first faint pink blush appear on your skin. Your hands are gripping the bedspread now, your head turned towards the mirror shows me your flushed, aroused face, eyes wide as you watch every movement that I make.

My cock presses against my trousers, aching and more than ready to fuck you, but I will wait. I want to make you come first – want to see you let go.

“Keep your ass high, I want to see how much you want it.”

I start to connect lower down on your ass: the fleshy part that sends the vibrations through your pussy, the place you love the most. Your eyes close for a moment, before the heavy lids lift again and I see you are lost in sensation, in the burning, stinging heat of your skin; the aching wetness between your legs.

It is time to finish this.

I shift slightly, stroke my hand gently over your red hot skin, listen to you moan long and low. You are circling your hips now, seeking every touch, every shard of sensation. You whimper when I take my hand away and I see my wicked smile in the mirror as I bring my hand down on your pussy. Three quick slaps: two high, one low directly on your clit.

You cry out when I thrust two fingers inside you, pumping hard and fast as I continue to spank your ass.

“Give it to me, baby. Let me see you.”

Every muscle in your body is tensed and ready. You’re straining for it. I can hear you chanting, “Yes, yes, yes…” under your breath, face down into the bedspread.

Two more slaps on your pussy and I fuck you with my fingers again, circling your swollen clit with my other hand.

Your head is still down, forehead burrowing into the bed, hands gripping the bedspread like you want to tear it apart.

I see the moment it hits you. You push back then try to move away, going on tip toe, your muscles taut, your shoulders hunched, as you pull the bedspread down into your body.

Then I hear it…

“Fuck… yes!!!”

… and I know you’ve done it. You’ve let it all go.

I’m on holiday right now, so it may take me a while to post comments and reply. Please bear with me.

As always, thanks for reading. Check out Kayla Lords’ site for more Masturbation Monday yumminess.

She walked through the moonlit house; the night was still except for the structure around her creaking and settling for the night. The warm air caressed her body and the floor boards were a cool balm to her bare feet.

She had left him to sleep, the sheet rumpled around his waist, his arms pushed under the pillow, but had been unable to resist a feather like touch along the muscular line of his back before rising. He never stirred.

She had been reluctant to leave him, but she couldn’t sleep – she couldn’t stem the flow of thoughts; always wondering, questioning… never sure.

So she walked until she came to stand before her solace. The wood was scratched now, the polished shine long gone, but she loved this piano: every nick and chip, every familiar key and pedal.

She ran her fingers along the keys, up and down, covering the black and the white, the majors and the minors. She needed to play but worried that she’d wake him. In the end she sat down – the draw was too great.

She settled her thumb on middle C, 1, 2, 3 – 1, 2, 3, 4 – her fingers flowed through the simple scale, effortlessly moving into the soft opening bars of her favourite piece of music. Clair de Lune soothed her – eased her tired mind. She lost herself in the melody, the beautiful expression, light on dark, the cascade of notes leading to the bolder, louder chords.

She stumbled over a few notes when his hands came to rest on her slim shoulders.

“Keep playing.” He murmured.

So she did.

She closed her eyes and embraced the music again as his hands slowly, gently moved down her chest to cup her breasts. She sighed as he stroked the sensitive underside, the place she loved him to kiss.

Her long, slender fingers spread wide, moving fast over the keys, her short, unpainted nails a blur against the discoloured ivory.

His hand followed the curve of her breast until he found her tight little nipples. Rolling and pulling them, he bent forward to bring his lips to the side of her neck. She instinctively moved to give him full access, still playing, but not so lost in the music now. Loving the feel of his mouth on her, his soft, full lips a sensory feast.

His soft tongue licked a long line from her collarbone, up to her ear, where he nipped her earlobe. His hands continued to play their own rhythm on her breasts, until they were full and heavy, begging for a firmer touch.

She shifted on the stool, opening her legs a little wider as her foot worked the pedal and her arms moved along the keyboard. She heard a rough laugh and her heart smiled.

He knew what she needed.

His hands slipped down to lay flat underneath her breasts, his arms under hers. His fingers tilted towards the juncture of her thighs as they stroked a path down her torso. The muscles in her stomach jumped and clenched as he passed over them; goose bumps rose despite the heavy, humid air.

Her body moved with the music – her hips rolled – his chest brushed against her back.

She gasped as the movement of her hips brought her into contact with his fingertips. He combed through the silken curls there – he loved to do that – could play with her for hours, he said. Right now, she wanted them to move lower, needed him to touch her where she ached the most.

“Please.” She whispered. Always so impatient.

“Open a little wider.” He encouraged.

Oh there! God, yes, there – right there!

His finger circled and rubbed, just the right pressure, just the right spot; his knowledge of her body always a constant source of surprise for her.

Her head fell back onto his shoulder, her fingers slowing, the notes halting and disjointed now.

“Is that good, baby?”

“Yes.” She breathed. “So good, I… you… don’t stop.”

She finally gave up playing, her hand falling to cover his, wanting to feel the movement of his fingers as he worked her body, spreading her legs wide so he could sink them inside her. In and out, the slick sounds a lewd accompaniment that only aroused her more.

She could feel it building now, her own perfect piece of music. She was a beautiful arpeggio, every note placed on her body and he played every single one.

His hand continued to work her, slipping out so he could focus entirely on her swollen, needy clit. It didn’t take long. She was so ready: one stroke, then another, and her back arched. She gripped his hand and yelled out her release, every question, every uncertainty floating out to the moonlit night.

Thanks for reading! Please check out the other hot Masturbation Monday posts over at Kayla Lords site.

I had woken up thinking about him, my body covered in sweat, my thighs clenched trying to hold onto the pulsing ache between them. Like waking from a fever dream, I had felt disorientated; my skin itched as if just touched, ghostly fingers had stroked a sheer trail over my heavy, slumberous limbs.

One of my hands had gripped the sheet, my knees drawing up as frustration crashed through me. I rubbed and dragged my nipples on the material as my body rippled and moved. Even my stomach craved the friction as it moved with the roll and surge of my hips and bottom. The cool air brushed my slick folds as my legs worked apart.

I had needed his touch: I wanted him so badly. It was always the same mixture of gratitude: that I could feel something this strongly after so long and fucking outrage that someone could control my body to this degree.

Tears of frustration had leaked from the corner of my eyes. I hadn’t wanted to touch myself. I had wanted him to do it. Only him.

Wanting his hands on me, his mouth, his tongue, I had writhed and tormented myself until I was screaming his name in my head. One second yelling for him to get out of my mind, my body, the next begging him to come to me, to put me out of my misery. The irony was that I knew he would come to me if I asked, the problem was I didn’t know how.

It only took one touch in the end, one press of my fingers, one circular motion on my swollen, hungry clit and I had burst open, screaming my climax to the empty, silent room.

****

Now I am waiting for him.

Pissed off with myself for giving in so easily (one text was all it took), but feeling that swelling desperation, the bone deep need to see him build inside me, I sit and wait on our park bench. My light summer skirt blows up in the breeze and I place my hands on my lap to hold it down.

I don’t have to wait for long. He is always punctual, prides himself on it.

I continue to stare ahead as he sits beside me, but I feel his arm go around my back to rest along the wrought iron seat.

“Why didn’t you call me?” He asks softly.

“I didn’t need to call you.” I answer abruptly.

“Why do you fight it so hard? Why can’t you just accept us, this?”

This isn’t the first time he has asked me this. I know the answer, but I cannot verbalise it. Saying the words would mean giving up another part of me and I am not prepared to do that. But his very presence makes a liar of me. I feel the heat of him down my side, the gentle movement of his finger on my shoulder and I want him.

It is that fucking simple.

Closer… Touch me… Fuck me.

My throat is tight – I can barely swallow – the words stuck like toffee. The muscles in my thighs are so taut they’re almost vibrating.

“You’re really on edge. Are you wet and swollen?” His hand comes to rest on my bare knee, I bite my lip. “I’m going to make the ache go away… going to make you give in.” He catches the involuntary shake of my head and laughs low and soft. “I know you don’t want to, but you know you need to.”

His hand begins to slide up my thigh. I hold my legs together, unknowingly making things easy for him. Twisting his upper body towards me, he thrusts his hands up my skirt and yanks my knickers down to mid thigh. I see them briefly, brazenly sitting there just below my skirt for the world to see, or the lunch time strollers at any rate. I don’t have time to absorb my shock before he takes hold of my hair and turns my face towards his.

His eyes roam my face. I don’t know what he’s looking for, but they finally rest on mine and I flinch slightly.

“Stop hiding from me.” He says against my mouth.

“I…”

“Let me in.”

His hand flicks my skirt up and dives under. My thighs quiver, a last ditch effort to stay closed before they loosen and he takes immediate advantage.

I gasp against his lips on first contact, our gazes locked.

His fingers plunge into my drenched, engorged flesh and my eyes close as I finally receive the touch that I have craved.

This is bliss.

He works his fingers inside me, setting a steady, heavy rhythm, banging up against my clit with every up stroke. I moan into his mouth and spread my legs a little wider, feeling my knickers pull tighter, whispering “Yes, yes, yes…” – a mantra dragged from a place deep inside of me.

He pulls back slightly so he can watch his hand moving under my skirt, see how shameless I look and I open them a little more.

“Fuck, yeah! You’re beautiful – dirty – perfect.” He murmurs.

He adds another finger, stretching me, going deeper. I can feel it taking over my body, growing and building until I am panting and break out in a fine sweat.

My eyes fly open as he grips my hair tighter, the sharp pain bringing a sudden moment of clarity. I am going to give him what he wants. I fight it briefly, but there’s really no point. My body has accepted it even if my mind has not.

You asked for it, so he has delivered! Here’s part two from last week’s story by Exhibit A see part one here. It totally lives up to my expectations, I’m sure you’ll feel the same. I like these three – they’re good together. Keep some kind of cooling aid close by…

I worked Becky’s stiff nipple with my tongue, my shoulder pressed almost companionably against Sam’s. Between us, we had her pinned to the bed; our hands were on her biceps and stomach, and I felt her muscles tense as she tested the weight of our grip. Her movements were shaky and uncontrolled though, and when I swept my fingers down across her belly to brush over the soft curls above her cunt, she sighed and fell still again.

I flicked my eyes back to Sam’s body. His cock had remained fully erect ever since I’d entered the room, and I recalled the pride in Becky’s voice every time she talked about sucking it.

“It might be over eight inches, but I can still get all of him in my mouth. He said he’s never seen anything like it.”

Becky’s eyes were still squeezed shut as we caressed her skin, but her mouth opened and closed with each short, shallow breath. I reached up and took her jawbone between my thumb and forefinger. Her face was flushed already, and warm to the touch when I stroked her cheek with the back of my hand.

Sam leaned in closer, but I laid my fingertips against his chest and pushed him back onto his haunches.

“Becky,” I whispered. “Becky, look at me.”

She nuzzled my hand, but her eyes stayed shut. I forced her lips apart with my thumb, and pushed down on her bottom front teeth until her mouth opened wide.

Source: yesiamyourgoddess tumblr

“Mm, that’s better,” I said. “But it’s about time you did some of the work. I want you to suck Sam’s cock for me. Take as much as you can. Show me just how much you love having his fat dick in your throat.”

Sam grunted his approval, as I leaned back and pulled Becky up onto her knees. Her body was limp in my arms, and she allowed me to turn her sideways until she faced him. I saw their eyes meet for the first time; there was trust and affection in the way he looked at her, and she practically glowed in response.

Becky reached a hand out – no longer tentative or shy – and cupped Sam’s heavy balls. I wrapped her dark hair tightly around my fist, ready to guide her movements, but something about the way she touched him made me pause. I opened my fingers again and let her hair fall down over her shoulders, then moved my fingers back along her spine until I reached her arse.

Sam’s cock twitched, as Becky continued to stare up at him.

“Fuck, man,” he said, his voice husky and thick. “I’ve missed this mouth so much. No-one sucks my cock quite like she does.”

“Oh, I can believe that. She practically drools every time she talks about it. Filthy little slut, our Becky – her cunt is soaking wet already.”

I dipped my fingers between Becky’s arse cheeks. She was a mess; a soft, slick, hot little puddle of need, and I struggled to keep my thumb on her clit as she ground back against me.

“Stop squirming and do as you’re told. Get your fucking mouth around his cock.”

I held my middle and ring fingers together, and slid them inside Becky’s cunt. She squeezed them like she’d squeezed my dick so many times over the previous few months, but her focus had returned to Sam, who thrust his hips expectantly towards her. With an audible intake of breath – like a swimmer preparing to dive underwater – she pressed her lips against the end of his cock, and slowly let them open around it.

Even with my fingers inside her, I felt suddenly like a voyeur, such was Becky’s sudden concentration on Sam’s pleasure. She had to stretch to fit him in her mouth, and she made no effort to hide the wet hiss of saliva each time the head dragged back and forward over her tongue. It seemed to arouse him even more, the sound of her sucking his cock, and I watched it get even thicker as he tossed his head back and let her work further and further down the shaft.

I dug my nails into Becky’s arse, and started to move my fingers deeper inside her, matching the rhythm of her mouth on Sam’s cock. Her hand twisted around his length as she sucked him, simultaneously holding him in place and coaxing him further into her throat. I was almost afraid to break the spell, but couldn’t resist letting her know what effect the whole scene was having on me.

“God, you look so fucking hot like that. You really were born to do this, weren’t you? I can feel how tight you are around my fingers right now. Don’t you dare come though. Not till you’ve tasted his.”

I spat on my other hand and pumped it over my own cock, as Becky swallowed even more of Sam’s. I suddenly understood how she deep-throated mine with such apparent ease; Sam’s was a good two inches longer, but finally her nose pressed against his pubic hair and she moaned in triumph, the sound muffled by the sheer volume of dick in her mouth. Gasping for breath, she let it slide all the way out again, and I felt pre-cum smudge the ball of my thumb as I saw how wet his long shaft was with her spit.

Becky looked back over her shoulder for the first time. Her eyes widened at the sight of me stroking my cock. I took my fingers out of her cunt, and gently rolled them in circles over her clit.

“Did I tell you to stop sucking him? Look, now he’s having to get himself off – and that’s meant to be your job.”

Becky turned back to Sam, who had replaced her mouth with his hand. Sweat glistened on his chest, and the veins that criss-crossed his cock were thick and swollen with blood. I realised he was seconds away from orgasm; Becky clearly saw it too, because she batted his arm away and fell on him with renewed vigour. The mattress shifted beneath us, but an earthquake could have struck the hotel and still Becky would have sucked him, such was her determination to finish the job.

I looked up at Sam’s face. His jaw was clenched, but his eyes were wide open, and he stared back at me. Neither of us could keep our gaze off Becky for long though; the sexual energy that radiated from her body was like nothing I’d ever seen. With a final shudder, Sam pushed his cock inside her mouth, and I knew without question that the first shot of cum had just hit the back of Becky’s throat.

He tried to pull away, but Becky wouldn’t let him. Only when I put my hand on her shoulder did she release his cock, just in time for the last few drops to spill out over her lips. I struggled not to laugh with joy at what had just happened.

“That was incredible. You were incredible. Jesus.”

Becky rolled onto her side and smiled weakly up at me. My hand was still clamped between her legs; I knew it wouldn’t take much to bring her to the same shaking, breathless orgasm that she’d just given Sam, but something told me there was no need to rush things. Keeping her on the edge for a while longer might be to everyone’s benefit, after all.

I straddled Becky’s motionless body, as Sam crawled round behind me. Her eyes followed my cock, which bobbed closer and closer to her face. I nodded at Sam, who licked his index finger and found her clit. He slowly rubbed it, as I reached round and lifted Becky’s head up towards my crotch.

“You were incredible…but don’t think for a moment that you’re done yet.”

As always, thanks for reading. This is the last post for Masturbation Month – but we won’t be stopping, don’t you worry. Take a look at Kayla’s site for more Masturbation Monday posts.

A big thank you to Exhibit A for the last two weeks’ posts. Check out his site for more great erotica and other sex blogging goodness. I can’t help thinking there could be a really yummy part 3 to this story… if he decides to ever write that, I’ll let you know.

It’ll be me again next week – I’ve already got a few ideas… I’ve had a request for a M/F/F menage. Not done one of those yet, so I’m tempted.

I come to a stop in front of his office door, wiggling my ass, enjoying the sensations between my legs.

God, I’m so ready for this.

He left me a horny mess this morning and I didn’t have the time to see to myself. I managed to wait until lunch break, that’s the best I could do. Now it’s time for him to make amends.

I open the door and walk in to see him on the phone. I kick it shut and turn the lock. He raises his eyebrows at me in question, but I don’t speak, I only walk towards his big desk and drop the piece of paper in front of him.

I’M CALLING IN MY MARKER.

I see him read it as I start to unbutton my blouse. He coughs and apologises to whoever is on the other end of the line. I can’t resist an evil grin when he looks at me and I see the dawning realisation on his gorgeous face.

I shrug out of the blouse, hanging it carefully over the back of the chair on my side of the desk. His burning eyes follow my finger as it traces the edges of the black lace covering my breasts, I dip into my cleavage then run that finger up the centre of my chest to my mouth where I suck it between my red lips. In and slowly out, dragging over my soft wet tongue.

I moan. I can’t help it.

He valiantly continues his conversation as I shimmy and step out of my skirt, but I can see his heart isn’t in it. Bless him, he seems to be stuttering and stammering quite a lot.

Walking around the desk, I stop beside his chair, I feel the laughter bubbling in my chest but bite my lip to hold it in as he turns his chair towards me giving me my first view of what I came for. His well cut trousers are bulging and straining at the zip; I’m going to undo them soon and take him out. But not quite yet – there is still time for a little more teasing first.

I take the finger that is still glistening from my mouth and trail it down my body. His eyes are glued to its movements. I circle my tummy button then continue down until it slips beneath the black lace of my knickers. I feel my silken curls and can’t resist stroking them around my finger before it moves down to the damp, warmth below.

Oh god, that feels good.

My eyes close for a moment as I rub and stroke my clit. I think he is trying to wind up the phone call, but to be honest I’m not really listening anymore.

I move lower, coating my finger in my wet, slippery arousal. Carefully, I pull it free of my knickers and open my eyes to watch as I sweep it across his open lips. Now it is his turn to close his eyes as his tongue darts out to have a taste. I watch his enjoyment and feel another piece of my control slip. I push my finger into his mouth, it tightens on me as I push it in and out. Oh yeah – I am so loving that – dirty boy.

I withdraw my finger and quickly take my knickers off. I bend a little so I can reach his trousers, unbuckling his belt quickly, undoing the button and yanking the zipper down.

I gesture for him to lift so I can tug his trousers and boxers down over his tight ass. He scrambles to comply and suddenly there he is, thick, hard and long and all mine. His cock is so hard it’s tight against his stomach, but that actually works for me.

As I straddle him I gasp when my pussy first makes contact with him. My arms go over his shoulders so I can grab hold of the chair. I am breathing hard already. God only knows what the person on the other end of the phone can hear, but I’m past caring.

My clit is pressed against his hard cock and there’s only one thing on my mind now. I can’t keep still, I rub and roll against him; use my legs to push up and down, my hips to undulate against him. I’m non-stop motion.

The phone crashes down onto the desk, his hands go to my hips, holding me, moving me as we look at each other.

“I really hope he didn’t realise what was happening, otherwise the company might have just lost a major client.” He pants, cheeks flushed.

“Couldn’t wait…been thinking about it since this morning…oh god, yeah, right there. Oh fucking hell!” My head falls back as my hips seem to gain a life of their own. His cock is slippery now, the ridges around the head keep grinding against my clit and I can’t stop. I need to come all over him.

“You are so wet for me. That’s it, use my cock. Want to see you come for me.”

Normally I sleep through him getting up for work, but this morning he needed me. So he woke me.

I opened my blurry eyes to see him stood by the closed door, naked, his cock already becoming hard. He moved towards me, quickly climbing onto the bed and slipping under the covers. I laughed quietly, sensing his urgency, loving him for it.

“What’s going on, baby?”

“I need a cuddle…”

“A cuddle?” I laughed again.

“Yeah, a cuddle.” He replied as he turned my body and lifted my leg over his hip as my arm went around him. “God you’re so warm, feel so good.” He held me tight against him.

I rode his thigh for a moment while I kissed and licked the long line of his neck. Sleep still cloaked my mind and body, but I felt an ache begin between my legs. I moaned as his fingers found it, softly running over my sensitive flesh. I rolled onto my back and opened my legs for him as he dipped his finger into me, gently testing my readiness.

“Yes.” I whispered thrusting my hips towards him, even as I knew there wasn’t really time for me. Not this morning. He likes being inside me though, makes him hot so I let him play with me.

I looked down his body and took his hard cock into my hand. Gripping him firmly I worked him fast and hard. His head went back after the first stroke, his eyes closed by the third, his jaw clenched by the fifth.

“Yes.” He hissed through gritted teeth, still using his fingers on me. “Wanna come all over you.”

“Yes, do it!” My hand pumped him, over and over. I knew it would be quick. His body was tense, I watched his face, he was lost to it, striving and straining for it. So fucking hot, only mine to see like this.

“Fuck, yeah! That’s it… oh yeah!” He whispered.

I looked down my body, watched my breasts move with every thrust of his fingers, loving the feeling of him inside me that way.

“Watch.” I said.

My hand sped up, concentrating on the head of his cock, just like he preferred it. I angled my body towards him, he moved his hips forward so his cock was over my stomach.

“Yes!” We watched as ribbons of come shot out onto my skin. My hand slowed down with each shudder and jerk until I finally stopped and we were left looking at his marks on my stomach, listening to his gasping breaths.

He gently withdrew his fingers from me saying, “God, I needed that.”

“Mmm I noticed.” I said against his lips as he kissed me.

“I’ll make it up to you, baby.” He said as he jumped out of bed, seemingly energised by our little interlude.

My body was aching and restless, but I knew I’d get what I needed later.

I smiled. I liked knowing he owed me.

As always, thanks for reading. May is national masturbation month (I think that should be international seen as I’m in the UK), anyway, we’re amping up the #masturbationmonday posts, so keep a look out for more hot stories. Go check out what Kayla’s got going on at A Sexual Being.

Ok, she could do this. Jenny eyed up the clothes she’d just taken off, piled neatly on the laundry basket in the corner. She’d thought about it enough, right? Thought about all the ways they could do this – all the ways they could fuck each other – how she wanted them to touch each other while she watched.

She drew in a deep breath and turned towards the sink. She needed to get her shit together. He was relying on her and she really didn’t want to let him down.

She wasn’t sure how long she’d be able to just watch though. She felt all twitchy and tingly just thinking about it.

She watched her hand squeeze her breast in the mirror above the sink; it felt heavy and ached. She was fairly sure watching them was going to blow the top of her head off. Her hand moved down her body until she cupped herself between her legs. Fuck! She couldn’t help rolling her hips, pressing her palm against her pussy.

She flushed the toilet. She’d said she needed to go, but really she’d needed a minute to herself. She didn’t want them to know that she’d felt a bit overwhelmed there for a moment, but it was all good now. Rolling her shoulders, she leant forward towards the mirror, checked her teeth and swiped her finger over her eyebrow, noting the flush on her cheeks and how her eyes burned with excitement.

“Right, let’s fucking do this!” She whispered to her reflection.

Opening the door, Jenny strode into the bedroom to see them naked and waiting. She watched them both stroke their hard cocks as they scanned her body. Oh dear, that was naughty of them.

“Hands behind your backs. Now.” Her voice was low and firm.

They stood facing each other about a foot apart. Watching them obey her, she felt the first small thrill of power settle on her shoulders.

“Step closer to each other. That’s it – keep going. Hands by your sides now.” She heard Dan’s small gasp as the tip of his cock touched Sean’s stomach. They were a similar height, so when she told them to stop, their mouths were only a few centimetres apart and their cocks were trapped between their bodies.

Slowly walking around them, she trailed her fingers across their broad shoulders, down the dip of their spines until she palmed their arses. Squeezing hard she sank her nails in and smiled when Dan squeaked. It had the desired effect – he jerked forwards rubbing his cock along Sean’s. The dual moans stroked right over her clit.

She watched them both surreptitiously rub against each other, loving seeing them so needy. Raising her hand, she brought it down hard on Dan’s firm arse. “Enough! Stand still.” She stroked the pink mark on his skin, felt the slight tremble go through his body. Oh, he was loving this: her beautiful, slutty, man.

“Kiss each other. I want to see lots of tongue, but keep your hands where they are for now.”

The men’s eyes met as Sean’s tongue tentatively ran across Dan’s lips. Their mouths came together for a soft first kiss.

“Yes, that’s it.” She breathed. God, that was horny. “More, come on.”

Dan finally closed his eyes, tilted his head and gave into it. It rapidly became a hard meeting of mouths, tongues lashing and battling each other for dominance. She stood close, listening to their breathing change, the little groans of appreciation and lust.

Placing a hand on each man’s back, she stroked their hot, damp skin, pushing them closer together until the front of their bodies were aligned.

Dan’s hands were clenched into fists at his side.

“Touch each other.” No sooner were the words out than they grabbed the others hips, sliding round to cup each others arse so they could grind their cocks against one another.

Jenny couldn’t look away from them. Her whole body throbbed with arousal seeing these two men so into each other. They were straining towards one another, sweating and grunting; desperate to come and she wanted them to. She wanted to see it.

“Sean, take hold of both your cocks.” He immediately followed her instruction, stepping back slightly to make room. Dan rested his hand on Sean’s hip. His head rolled back on his shoulders at the first stroke, eyes closed, lost in the moment.

Sean was looking down at the hold he had on their cocks. They were both thick and long so his hand stretched wide to work them both.

“Oh fuck, yeah!” Dan moaned.

“That good, baby?” She asked quietly.

“So good, Jenny… please, put your hands on me. I need to come.”

She watched his hips start to thrust into Sean’s hand: small, shallow thrusts, and knew he was close. Moving to stand behind him, she pressed herself against his back and arse. Her arms went around him, pinching and pulling his nipples. Then she ran her palms over his tightly clenched stomach. Their cocks had a gravitational pull for her, they both moaned her name when her hand took hold of them. She matched her rhythm to Sean’s.

“Come for me, both of you.”

She felt his body go rigid. Sean picked up the pace, solid, rough pulls that drew the heads of their cocks together. Over and over until Dan’s head fell forward onto Sean’s shoulder and he shouted out his release. Hot and wet, she continued to slide her hand over their cocks until Sean mirrored Dan’s posture.

He jerked and shuddered, “Fuck! Oh fuck, yeah!”

More warm come covered her hand. She wanted a taste. Soon.

Feeling Dan wobble, they let go and she ordered them both to the bed. They staggered over and flopped down on their backs.

Standing over them, hands on her hips, her pussy screaming for attention. She said, “Right, you’ve got two minutes recovery time. Then I want both of your faces between my legs…”

They rolled said faces towards her, grinning. “Yes, Mistress.”

She bit her lip. Cheeky bastards.

As always thanks for reading. I was inspired this week by another blogger. Exhibit A if you haven’t read his stuff yet, get over there and have a look – well worth it and be prepared to get hot and bothered – I do. He’s definitely in my top ten must read blogs (might do a post about that at some point).

A lot of you know the drill by now. Kayla Lords’ site A sexual Being has all the Masturbation Monday posts so go and have a look if you get the chance.